Beneath the surface of tender thoughts, ripples invoke entire oceans
Dreams dissolve yet linger, a soft aftertaste on reality's edge
Each step, each echo in twilight is a doorway to the self we seldom know
In shadow and light, we find stories unheard, waiting
for the touch of understanding—an embrace, a sigh
Giggles of the past, haunting amber fields
Dares to dance where only solitude speaks
Imagine a world cascading in silence inside your thoughts
Kaleidoscopic tender rebellions teetering on the brink.
Those dimmed sparks longing to align, every beat inward
Compasses lost within defiant tangents—yet magnetically still